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briantrumpet
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For you gardeners out there...
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Ian H
Pharaoh
Would that come under the Non-U column?
Beebo
Squire
Pussy hole?
I’ve never heard anyone say that, ever.
It just doesn’t work as a phrase.
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briantrumpet
Timewaster
Might not, but from a quick search in Ngram, it does appear to exist in erotic fiction. I'll refrain from sharing screencaps.
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briantrumpet
Timewaster
Haha, this is quite an amusing take on academic research/PhD writing approaches.
https://patthomson.net/2026/10/18/the-lightbulb-test/
https://patthomson.net/2026/10/18/the-lightbulb-test/
The Crofted Crest
Well-Known Member
Pat Thomson writes a really good column. Not just for PhD students.
First Aspect
Squire
The overclaimer is basically everyone.
Rusty Nails
Country Member
She sounds like the sort of fan that pandered to and fed his warped sense of entitlement. A bit late now to regret her actions. Just get it done quietly without splashing it over the media.
AuroraSaab
Epic Member
Doesn't really do him any favours atm to have a story about him signing his name on an 18 year old's breasts either. I haven't been following the case in detail but what little I have seen doesn't sound good for his defence.
Mr Celine
Über Member
More on eating rabbits.
When Celinette #2 was wee her favourite soft toy was a rabbit, which she rather unimaginatively named Rabbit. Rabbit wasn't pink or blue, he was grey and looked like a real baby rabbit. If you asked her "how's Rabbit today" she would twist his head from side to side while making a high-pitched squeal, then announce something like "Rabbit says he's hungry" or "Rabbit needs a wee-wee".
One day she came in from the garden and said "I found a rabbit" .
"I didn't know you'd lost Rabbit"
"Not Rabbit. A rabbit. A real one. I picked him up"
"Really? Where is he now?"
"Oh, I put him down again and he hopped away. Under the shed."
I went out and looked under the shed. No sign of a rabbit.
Later that day I saw a baby rabbit in the garden. When I went out it ran under the shed. Perhaps she really had picked it up.
The rabbit then became an occasional visitor to the garden and was steadily growing bigger.
Then something started eating a row of leeks I'd planted.
The culprit was of course the rabbit, which I spotted when he came back to finish off the row. No one was around so out came the trusty air rifle and I hit it first shot. Unfortunately not a clean kill but it was unable to run and was trying to drag itself away by the forepaws. I ran down to the veg plot to dispatch it with a blow to the head from the rifle butt, but as I was about to do this it started twisting its head from side to side while making a high-pitched squeal, exactly like Rabbit always did.
I stood there stunned for a couple of seconds, half expecting to hear "Rabbit says you shot me you bástard".
Dinner that night was stew. Celinette #2 said it was the tastiest chicken casserole I'd ever cooked.
When Celinette #2 was wee her favourite soft toy was a rabbit, which she rather unimaginatively named Rabbit. Rabbit wasn't pink or blue, he was grey and looked like a real baby rabbit. If you asked her "how's Rabbit today" she would twist his head from side to side while making a high-pitched squeal, then announce something like "Rabbit says he's hungry" or "Rabbit needs a wee-wee".
One day she came in from the garden and said "I found a rabbit" .
"I didn't know you'd lost Rabbit"
"Not Rabbit. A rabbit. A real one. I picked him up"
"Really? Where is he now?"
"Oh, I put him down again and he hopped away. Under the shed."
I went out and looked under the shed. No sign of a rabbit.
Later that day I saw a baby rabbit in the garden. When I went out it ran under the shed. Perhaps she really had picked it up.
The rabbit then became an occasional visitor to the garden and was steadily growing bigger.
Then something started eating a row of leeks I'd planted.
The culprit was of course the rabbit, which I spotted when he came back to finish off the row. No one was around so out came the trusty air rifle and I hit it first shot. Unfortunately not a clean kill but it was unable to run and was trying to drag itself away by the forepaws. I ran down to the veg plot to dispatch it with a blow to the head from the rifle butt, but as I was about to do this it started twisting its head from side to side while making a high-pitched squeal, exactly like Rabbit always did.
I stood there stunned for a couple of seconds, half expecting to hear "Rabbit says you shot me you bástard".
Dinner that night was stew. Celinette #2 said it was the tastiest chicken casserole I'd ever cooked.
First Aspect
Squire
Do you knock ice creams out of people's hands for fun as well?
First Aspect
Squire
Part of Britghton pier has collapsed.
Firstly I thought it had collapsed ages ago. I am genuinely surprised to see that some of it is still blighting the view.
Secondly, if an already collapsed pier has further collapsed, does it matter? Does this mean people can no longer use less of it?
Thirdly, is gathering on thw sea front to lament part the further collapse of an already collapsed structure now more of an annual tradition than walking along the pier?
Firstly I thought it had collapsed ages ago. I am genuinely surprised to see that some of it is still blighting the view.
Secondly, if an already collapsed pier has further collapsed, does it matter? Does this mean people can no longer use less of it?
Thirdly, is gathering on thw sea front to lament part the further collapse of an already collapsed structure now more of an annual tradition than walking along the pier?
PurplePenguin
Über Member
1. It has lots bits to storms and arson in multiple events over the years. A tiny bit still stands. It used to be something of an iconic view, but clearly one man's art is another man's rubbish.
2. Not really. They will probably do some sort of safety assessment.
3. At various points since 1975 it was close to having the funding to reopen. I think there is probably more nostalgia about the loss of the iconic view than there is about having another tacky tourist trap. But I'm not sure anyone could really articulate what they would like to do about that nostalgia.
